What can the mole say about poetry? Keep eyes open, especially when squinting into the sun.
To the llama, poetry is spitting; to the lama, poetry is prostration.
To the lumberjack, poetry is log splitting; to the crybaby, poetry is quitting.
The tantric mistress & master know that poetry is orgasmic, and poetry is a tremor.
When a buck with fuzzy brown antlers ambles out of a garden and steps on a policeman’s boot, he is walking poetry as he understands it.
The clown makes up to be the essence of poetry
Even though he is wrong, terribly wrong.
The programmer’s head whirs with poetry,
And so do tops & sprinklers.
The old gray women & old gray men of Ashland
Are only as intelligent as their poems.
Don’t be run over more than once by the same person—
That’s a kind of poetry intelligence;
Don’t believe you can buy someone’s love is another kind.
What, if any, are the benefits of applying the gender intelligence model to poetry?
Risking a nugatory observation, the M.F.A. grad student imagines a degree will open golden doors onto the inner sanctum of the chosen choir.
“You have to do something that gets you into the room,” a well-known literary figure said to me. He was talking about his book that had gotten him into the room, and a new book by another poet that presumably was accomplishing the same thing for its author. “You don’t exist if you’re not in the room.”
Yet, almost all of the poets and writers I know, and I suspect thousands of poets and writers everywhere, are not in the room. Somehow, they live, they thrive, they write.
What about the rooms inside the room, the rooms outside the room?
“Human nature,” said Virginia Woolf, “when set upon a throne seems unable to sustain the enormous enlargement.”
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Dear Mr. McDowell,
I’ve read and listened to so many of your words. I feel them. I enjoy them. They keep me reading and listening more. And still I look for your definition of poetry. Is it the expression of one’s passion? ” To the llama, poetry is spitting; “, “To the lumberjack, poetry is log splitting ”
My poetry is in the living of life. Is this too abstract to be considered a poem?
Not at all, Rev. Laura. I know you well enough to know that you are Poetry. My own definition of poetry changes from time to time, from wind to breeze to wind. I suppose I am most enamored of Emily Dickinson’s marvelous comment that when she felt the top of her head come off she knew that was poetry. And yes, I know, you are creating poetry in your blessed life every day. May you continue!